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concerts i've been to

as shannon and i prepare to go and see a favorite of ours in concert this weekend - emmylou harris - i was thinking about all the concerts i've been able to attend so far in my life. and i've been to many! you can see them in word cloud above, and here is a list of the ones i can remember:

@monica: you don't remember the jello? we ate in Nina's backyard. so crazy.

i never saw james taylor, but not for lack of wanting to!

and while i don't think i ever saw sandy patti (although we listened to her tapes plenty in our ford astrovan trips to pennsylvania and back to kentucky), i did just remember that i saw the band "Glad" at asbury college sometime during my years there. i am sure there were others. there was a random christian rap group from the early 90's called "Say what" that did a hilarious song about sandy patti called "i can sing higher."

thanks for checking in, and i'm glad to know that the IGA is still open. peace.

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